Ekere had sensed imminent loss with a very wide margin to Governor Emmanuel Udom, even when voting had hardly commenced when he called for cancellation of the election results. True to his expectation, results coming from the width and length of the state show notorious rejection of his candidacy at the poll by the electorate, majority of whom have had their lives touched by the humane governance displayed by the incumbent governor.
Ekere had reportedly gone ahead to cement an alliance with some thugs to cause widespread violence in the state, an exercise which ended in futility. Attempts were also made to burn election materials on Thursday night when some hoodlums suspected to be loyal to Ekere set fire to an Independent National Electoral Commission (INEC) office in the state.
The Akwa-Ibomites, who saw the handwriting on the wall early, went about exercising their franchise with mollifying calmness and rewarded Governor Udom with another term for his giant strides. If Ekere had been perspicacious enough, he would not have invested in a political contest with Governor Udom but his exaggerated sense of his electoral value has blinded him to logic and reality.
Now that his ego has been further deflated after he suffered the same fate a fortnight ago when he was trounced in his local government, he would reassess himself and place himself where he belongs. Known for his power-mongering habit, Ekere had boasted about how consuming his political machinery unbeknownst to him that he would be consumed by the methodical Governor Udom.
Now that his much vaunted ambition has hit the rocks, the least he can do is to go back to evaluate his ways instead of attempting to cause political mayhem in a state reputed for peace.
Sad, he has been running from pillar to post, burrowing like heat-maddened rabbit, from one hutch to the other, in search of a miraculous lifeline. He has started thrashing about like a bison drowning in a quicksand of wrath and its own stench. He has stopped clutching at straws in the air to sink his nails, like talons, in the hide of perceived detractors.
